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It was getting dark out, & he had thought of taking a walk, without expecting to even end up noticing this place. Nor had Itsuki thought of crossing path with his teacher. 

‘‘It got noisy at the dorms, i felt like wandering just a little’‘. 

A truth. 

However, in his venture, out here, the wolf felt drawn to this building. More than that, now it is clear, he was much curious about it.

‘‘This doesn’t look like a teachers only area’‘, he can’t aid but remark. If it was, he’d have been caught by an adult, for intruding so casually.

"No, it doesn't really work like that. It has to be verbal," Shinso said. That was why he had learned JSL, actually, so that there was a way people could talk to him that would make them more comfortable. Not that it seemed to help much.

"... Why do you ask?"

    “Just curious is all! I think your quirk is really cool.” Hiro said with a little shrug, happy to have the chance to ask his burning questions. He knew a little about it-- but Hiro felt like he could never learn enough! 

@scarf-isms said: "Bakugo?" Aizawa knocked at his door, wondering if he would even answer. "I'd like to talk to you about what happened."

Katsuki would have been ashamed to admit it to anyone else, but he had spent the entire night holed up in his room ever since he had told off Urduja. Several of his classmates had overheard what happened and went to check up on him, but he ignored them. 

He didn’t wanna deal with people. He burrowed himself under his blankets and waited through the rest of his panic attack until he was too exhausted to stay awake. 

Even when morning came, he still hadn’t left his room. He had skipped breakfast and continued to ignore his friends’ pestering. It wasn’t until he heard Aizawa’s voice that he bothered to get out of bed. 

He slowly made his way to the door and pulled it open. It was clear by the heavy look on his face that Katsuki had been dealing with a lot. His eyes were puffy from crying and it was if some permanent shadow had been cast over his face. 

The last time Katsuki had looked this bad was the night Aizawa had seen him return from Kamino. ​

‘‘I’m not too sure they’d like to be moved. They’re at the lake’‘, aye, into what Itsuki deemed as his hunting grounds. Not to say he had a problem with sharing, the woods were for everyone, just as long as they kept their distances from the wolf.

That aside, he would add further.

‘‘They’re with the folks whomst changed them. Izuku said something about their doings, saving them’‘, whatever it is, his friend meant by save.

“Ah- married?!” When did that happen?? She was only joking?? “You mean Mr. Aizawa is capable of emotion?!”

A few weeks later, something was up with the staff of UA. They were clearly on edge, and seemed to be covering each other's classes and running on odd schedules.

Because, while they hadn't told anyone, Shinso had been found, and had only calmed down when taken to UA (though he had to be hidden away in a secure room, as far away from the rest of the campus as possible).

Still, the staff wasn't sure about telling anyone yet. Not considering the... condition he was in.

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These last few weeks had felt empty.

After hearing Hitoshi had gone missing, Neito's whole world had crumbled around him. Desperate to be involved, he was only allowed to tag along for a few search missions before they denied him access to their intel. Not being allowed to do so only made him think two things: they were never going to find him, or they'd found him dead.

Like a husk of his former self, the blonde made his way through the notions of his day amongs this classmates - he'd even stopped harassing 1A whenever their classes intertwined. It wasn't until he caught wind that he'd been found that the ilfe started to seep back into him.

He had to find him.

For days he watched their routing, figuring out when teachers would change shifts and leave Shinso alone. When the time finally came for him to strike, Neito lay in wait and slipped in through the door during their lunch - having stolen Hagakure's quirk as she passed by in the halls. However, knowing he needed to be fully naked to get in there, the male brought along his tracksuit and dipped inside with speed that even surprised himself.

Once the door had shut behind him, Neito flicked the lock and pulled on his clothes before revealing himself, blue orbs lifting from the floor to finally glance about the room. eyes immediately growing wide and brimming with tears. *He was alive*. With a soft pained noise, he stepped forward into the room, hands wringing in front of his body.

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"I... Have a rotating roster for yours... 😳" he laughs nervously and hides his face in his hands.

(( @scarf-isms from Shinso to Monoma! Not from a meme or anything just a Discord reference lol ))

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Neito's lips curled into a sleepy, amused smile as Shinsou called his appearance out, a soft, low laugh escaping him as he brushed the hair from his face.

"I know~ But I wanted to come and see what it is you do at this time of night," and to keep you company he responded, voice laced with exhaustion despite his best effort to hide it. Had he forced himself to stay awake by slaving away at homework just so he could come and keep Shinsou company? Maybe definitely. Would he admit that? No.

He shuffled over to where Shinsou sat and dropped dramatically down beside him, body immediately teetering to the side to slouch into his crush's friend's side. Neito - in true Neito fashion - took a second to wriggle against him to get comfortable before he sighed contently and deflated, eyes sliding shut.